a fading coat that i once wore
Feb. 12th, 2025 01:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
somedayseattleToday is MeMum 's 84th birthday. We had a blast sharing some of the first 79 years. But these last five years can suck a dick. Fuck you, Alzheimer’s. I fucking hate you. MeDad always said mom was a 'tough old broad'. If he hadn’t tap pedout a quarter of a century ago he would be telling me the same thing today. I was lying about today trying my hardest not to have a breakdown while thinking about mom when I remembered this little nugget. I survived three NDE's in just over 2 weeks hospital 2 (and 2 induced coma's). I never talk about this unless it’s in the context of my sickness. It’s not bringing me some sort of point of pride. Shit happened and I leave in the history books where it belongs.
Over the last 2 years Mom has been put on Hospice on three occasions. They all ended the same way. Moms batteries mystically recharged. I know where my tenacity comes from. Dad was 100% correct. She’s one tough old broad. I hope in the days I have left on the rock i’m can display half of her grit, half of her kindness and half of her empathy. On my best day I fall drastically short. Mom deserved more than this.
Over the last 2 years Mom has been put on Hospice on three occasions. They all ended the same way. Moms batteries mystically recharged. I know where my tenacity comes from. Dad was 100% correct. She’s one tough old broad. I hope in the days I have left on the rock i’m can display half of her grit, half of her kindness and half of her empathy. On my best day I fall drastically short. Mom deserved more than this.
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Date: 2025-02-12 07:05 pm (UTC)